If you look real close,You will see scars deep within.The past hurts down deep.Each day brings lost memories,Holding what is left of her.

Mom& Dad-I know it's hard to see me grow up, but you're going to have to let me. I'm so much more mature, and have been through more s**t, than either of you will ever understand. We're both good kids, so why do you keep me from seeing the boy I'm falling in love with? It hurts me so much.

It kills me going to sleep with the guilt that you're mad at me..

I'm not proud of the things I've done, I hate that certain things can never be undone.Everything so unforgiveable,Looking back..so unbearable.I hate everything I was..Watch the guilt, as it painfully gnaws.Everyone else says it was no big deal,But looking at the wounds, they'll never heal,Up to this moment, it never seemed real.My reputation, so long to build,took only mere seconds to be bloodly killed,now taking so long, so painful to rebuild.They say I'm the only one who remembers what I've done,But here in this moment, I could tell you each thing, one-by-one.You can see my story written in my scars,It'll tell you about all my personal wars.The pain in my eyes, the tears I have shed,show all the misery I felt that went left unsaid.